Address Songtext
von Curren$y feat. Stalley
Address Songtext
It′s all good, it's already
Yeah, already understood, ain′t nothing
Still the same old, that's all
Ain't nothin change, fool, yeah
Uhh, nigga for what
Get down with these suckers when I′m high as fuck
And they under us, catch a crook in ya neck
From trying to watch the jets, Mr. Tokyo Drift
Spent yen on a vet, looking for ya bitch fool
Take one guess she caught up in the rapture
Waking and baking Anita′s greatest hits blasting
Pedal mashing, paper twisting
Scrape an engine, Rad Racer
No 3D glasses just a high ass rapper, Spitta
Nigga in the building, nah I'm on the roof chilling
The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with
Bottles in the cooler
If ya don′t know how to do it homie I'll school ya
Barrel roll, loop de loop, top gun manuevers
Making hot wheels outta hoopties holding it down like balloon strings
It′s all good ain't gotta be said, it′s already understood
Ain't nothin, ain't nothin′ change but the address
Fool, ain′t nothin' change but the address
We still the same mode niggas switching the script
But we still playing the same role, and so
Ain′t nothin' changed but the address fool, ain′t nothin change
Staring out the villa at the ocean miles long
Trying to figure out raps to put up in a song
Nights long but the day's short, Nike shorts
Argyle socks, Jordan three′s, lounge gear
Long beard you can tell I ain't from round here
Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives
Call 'em back tell my mama I make it
Not complacent with the life style
Feels good but it′s hard to crack a smile
When the ones you came up with not around
Roll a joint after picking through the pound, whole perception done changed
Funny how a three hour flight can make ya life change
Tight things I be thinking on
When I′m drifting in and out of herb clouds
Hanging on every second of the moment
So you can feel all the memories I come home with
And for those that miss me
I'll be back don′t trip in the 'Maro with the shift kit
Ocean side, doors open wide trying not to be sea sick
Plotting in the tropics thinking how I′m gone run this
Back in the states when I leave
Yeah, SkiBeatz
Yeah, already understood, ain′t nothing
Still the same old, that's all
Ain't nothin change, fool, yeah
Uhh, nigga for what
Get down with these suckers when I′m high as fuck
And they under us, catch a crook in ya neck
From trying to watch the jets, Mr. Tokyo Drift
Spent yen on a vet, looking for ya bitch fool
Take one guess she caught up in the rapture
Waking and baking Anita′s greatest hits blasting
Pedal mashing, paper twisting
Scrape an engine, Rad Racer
No 3D glasses just a high ass rapper, Spitta
Nigga in the building, nah I'm on the roof chilling
The pool up here, couple chicks I grew up with
Bottles in the cooler
If ya don′t know how to do it homie I'll school ya
Barrel roll, loop de loop, top gun manuevers
Making hot wheels outta hoopties holding it down like balloon strings
It′s all good ain't gotta be said, it′s already understood
Ain't nothin, ain't nothin′ change but the address
Fool, ain′t nothin' change but the address
We still the same mode niggas switching the script
But we still playing the same role, and so
Ain′t nothin' changed but the address fool, ain′t nothin change
Staring out the villa at the ocean miles long
Trying to figure out raps to put up in a song
Nights long but the day's short, Nike shorts
Argyle socks, Jordan three′s, lounge gear
Long beard you can tell I ain't from round here
Obvious with the occasional glare from the natives
Call 'em back tell my mama I make it
Not complacent with the life style
Feels good but it′s hard to crack a smile
When the ones you came up with not around
Roll a joint after picking through the pound, whole perception done changed
Funny how a three hour flight can make ya life change
Tight things I be thinking on
When I′m drifting in and out of herb clouds
Hanging on every second of the moment
So you can feel all the memories I come home with
And for those that miss me
I'll be back don′t trip in the 'Maro with the shift kit
Ocean side, doors open wide trying not to be sea sick
Plotting in the tropics thinking how I′m gone run this
Back in the states when I leave
Yeah, SkiBeatz
Writer(s): Franklin Shante, Willis David Anthony, Myricks Kyle Alfonso Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
